“There are more ways to verify someone’s identity than just looking at their head.” Zu An took out a wooden stick and fiddled with the corpse. “This person has at least thirty wounds on his body. Even if he hadn’t been beheaded, he would have died from the blood loss.

“He fought a bitter battle before he died, and these wounds are curved and strange. They look entirely different from the wounds inflicted by the weapons of the Zhou Dynasty’s cultivators. They look similar to the curved blades of the fiend races.”

“Do you think that maybe someone might have secretly used those kinds of curved blades to make you think he was killed by the fiend races?” Pei Mianman voiced her doubt.

“There is indeed that possibility. But look over here.” Zu An pointed at the space between the remains’ left index finger and thumb. “Even though we can’t see the calluses anymore, his joints are clearly a bit larger than his right hand. He definitely wielded his blade with his left hand.

“This matches with the intelligence my subordinates have provided. Cheng Ba was indeed left-handed.”

“With all of these intense battle scars and details like his left-handedness...